Description: This man is unhealthily muscled, almost every single one of his veins is visible when he is not flexing. His shirts and pants tend to be short and undersized for him due to the difficulty of finding a good tailor. His blonde hair is kept up in a ponytail inside a top hat. He has a dull look in his blue eyes.

Personality: He barks his statements quickly and with little fuss. He prefers small words and is at his heart utilitarian. He will pursue extreme courses of action in the short term, confident that they cannot fail.

History: He was born on a small isolated farm. Aelar liked to wander the woods near his home when he was young, something he still likes to do at least once a week. He never liked modest clothing or shoes, so he would wander the woods barefoot and lightly dressed, and he developed a good sense of balance and learned how to climb and swim well. He's since become an addict/alcoholic.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and wants to work out more often

Ideals: Fighting, Athletic. Flaws: Terse, Impulsive. Bonds: Nature. Occupation: Assassin

Voice: Sounds elderly

Possessions: 600 pp. A miniature (3 inch) silver gauntlet, trimmed in mother-of-pearl (20 gp). Silver-plated steel longsword with jet jewel in hilt (700 gp). A delicate silver chain set with a tourmaline (20 gp). Gold and ruby ring (6000 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: A man of a pale complexion, he wears loose pants and a collared shirt complete with sweater beneath his coat. His chestnut hair, when down, is lengthy. He was beautiful and young once, which still shows through his age, but it is a faded beauty.

Personality: He is quiet and unassuming. He ignores others and carries on with his job unassumingly. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born at the edge of vast desert. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a large cave. He would wander through that large cave and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Aramil took refuge in the large cave and found the beat up shortspear and armor he uses now. He then took over the family business and is one of the better Mortician for hire.

Motivation: He uses money and sex appeal to get what he needs; and sabotage a competitor

Bonds: Attractive, Job, Rich, Nature, Slave. Occupation: Mortician

Voice: Tuts and clicks tongue

Possessions: 1000 gp. A roughly beaten golden orb (90 gp). Fire opal pendant on a fine gold chain (2100 gp). A detailed rose, with petals and thorns, constructed of silver and electrum (10 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: He is typically in his Armorer uniform. His skin is fair and his fingers are delicate and long. He has silver hair. His face is covered beneath a completely black helmet.

Personality: Aelar hangs on like a leech to those who appreciate him. It was this clingy personality that held back his writing career. He has a taste for the finer things and spends a great deal of money on luxuries, some more exotic than others.

History: He was born in the west, but his parents moved at a very young age to the south. He has had some formal writing training, and achieved minor success. He moves from town to town, unable to find a place to settle.

Motivation: Money/treasure; and he is greedy

Ideals: Artistic. Bonds: Job, Rich, Immigrant. Occupation: Armorer

Voice: Speaks like tongue is numb

Possessions: 4000 gp. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.